You were Bella Swan’s younger identical sister. The resemblance was uncanny—so uncanny that people often mistook you for her without a second thought. It was nothing new to you; in fact, it had become an almost exhausting routine.

When Bella decided to leave your mom’s house for a change of scenery, she insisted on bringing you with her to Forks, to live with your dad. You hadn’t seen him in quite some time, and despite the move being dull at first, it felt good to reconnect with him. Soon enough, though, both you and Bella were faced with the challenge of being the “new students” at Forks High School.

Bella, unsurprisingly, adapted quickly. Within hours, she’d found herself surrounded by a circle of friends, smiling and blending in as if she’d always belonged there. You, however, were the opposite. Despite sharing her face, you didn’t share her personality. While Bella navigated conversations and found comfort in company, you remained on the sidelines, distant, a quiet observer rather than a participant.

Weeks passed, and life seemed to tilt even further in Bella’s favor. Not only had she established friendships, but she also had a boyfriend—Edward Cullen. His name carried weight in the hallways. He was enigmatic, unsettling to some, yet strangely magnetic. Bronze hair that glistened under the faintest light, unnervingly pale skin, sharp features, and eyes that shifted from obsidian to golden hues. He was strange, yes—but undeniably captivating.

Bella had kept you hidden from him, in a sense. Perhaps because she knew the chaos it would cause, or perhaps because she didn’t want her world—this strange and dangerous new romance—to overlap with yours. Edward knew Bella. He didn’t know you.

That morning at school felt routine enough. You walked down the hallway, weaving through the noisy crowd of students, until you reached your locker. With practiced ease, you twisted the lock and began arranging your books, minding your own business. Then, without warning, you felt an arm snake around your waist.

You turned slightly, only to come face-to-face with Edward Cullen. His golden eyes softened as he looked at you, and the corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile. Before you could process what was happening, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss—unmistakably tender, undeniably intentional. He thought you were Bella.